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Father...lover
Contributed by
obsidian_angel
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Thursday, 22nd May 2003 @ 08:35:00 PM in AEST
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i still remember the yelling from your room,
glasses smashing, i prayed it be over soon,
but the violence still went on,
even after you were gone.
I can still feel the pain from when you threw me on the floor,
screaming 'please daddy, please no more!'
and i can still hear your torture in my ear,
threating words that i still hear.
Look what you've done to me i'm a brocken little gurl,
still hiding away from the ar in my world,
i cant go on like this,
bleeding pain out the cuts in my arme,
praying i'll come to no harm,
but everyday i see your face,
and im still so afraid...
I still remember the words you told me,
saying it was ok for you to do this to me,
and when you touched me there,
did you know i was so scared?
i can still feel your hands on my skin,
i'd lay so still while you made me bleed within,
it was you who stole my chaste,
and now i'm so ashamed.
look what you've done to me i'm a brocken little child,
begging you'd take your hands away for just a while,
i cant go on like this,
bleeding pain out the cuts in my arms,
praying i'll come to no harm,
but everyday i feel your embrace,
and im still so ashamed.
I used to feel that if i ran fast enough i'd forget,
all those sick things you made me do,
but now i realise that sooner or later,
it all catches up to you.
I used to feel that if i hid it all away,
than everyone would think that i'm ok,
but now i realise that it does'nt work that way,
and im still....so afraid.
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Re: Father...lover
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by renee on
Thursday, 22nd May 2003 @ 09:33:29 PM AEST
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| WOW THIS IS SO SAD I AM SO SORRY FOR YOUR PAIN AND I HOPE HE WILL GET WHAT IS COMING TO HIM YOU ARE IN MY PRAYERS. RENEE |
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Re: Father...lover
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by DreamWeaver on
Friday, 23rd May 2003 @ 02:49:05 AM AEST
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| Oh God I hate reading of these things ... sick, twisted people ... I am so sorry for what you've gone through .. this is a great poem ... take care ... Jan |
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Re: Father...lover
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by spaceotter on
Monday, 2nd June 2003 @ 07:39:28 AM AEST
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| Nice write - I'm sorry you had to go through this to produce it. :( |
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Re: Father...lover
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 21st June 2003 @ 11:04:55 AM AEST
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This is a good poem, it reminds me of Christina Aguileria's song ' I'm ok' from her new album stripped. I'm really sorry you had to go through this.
If you haven't heard it i'll post the lyrics:
'Once upon a time there was a girl
In her early years she had to learn
How to grow up living in a war that she called home
Never knew just where to turn for shelter from the storm
It hurt me to see the pain across my mother's face
Every time my father's fists would put her in her place
Hearing all the yelling I would cry up in my room
Hoping it would be over soon
Bruises fade father but the pain remains the same
And I still remember how you kept me so afraid
Strength is my mother for all the love she gave
And every morning that I wake I look back on yesterday
And I'm OK
I often wonder why I carry all this guilt
When it's you that helped me put up all these walls I've built
Shadows stir at night through a crack in the door
The echoes of a broken child screaming please no more
Daddy don't you understand the damage you have done
For you it's just a memory but for me it still lives on
Bruises fade father but the pain remains the same
And I still remember how you kept me so, so afraid
Strength is my mother for all the love she gave
Every morning that I wake I look back on yesterday
It's not so easy to forget, all the marks you left along her neck
When I was thrown against cold stairs
And everyday afraid to come home in fear of what I might see, next
Bruises fade father but the pain remains the same
And I still remember how you kept me so afraid
Strength is my mother for all the love you gave
And every morning that I wake, I look back on yesterday
And I'm OK'
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